Prince Farallel
@princefarallel.bsky.social
Heir to the Pralgish throne
[Watched by @orboftherealm.bsky.social]
[Watched by @orboftherealm.bsky.social]
Dearest Abigail! I am touched and delighted by your kind word. I suppose… wishes… they can come true… Suddenly my life is full of magic and I have you to thank, sweet one.
November 10, 2025 at 5:25 AM
Dearest Abigail! I am touched and delighted by your kind word. I suppose… wishes… they can come true… Suddenly my life is full of magic and I have you to thank, sweet one.
The Green Wizard and I were practicing summoning spells and this funny little shrivelled ear appeared! He was terribly complementary of me and said it grants wishes! Sounds like hooey dooey to me!
But perhaps… there is no harm…
*I wish for Abigail to fall for me as I have for her.*
I feel silly!
But perhaps… there is no harm…
*I wish for Abigail to fall for me as I have for her.*
I feel silly!
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
The Green Wizard and I were practicing summoning spells and this funny little shrivelled ear appeared! He was terribly complementary of me and said it grants wishes! Sounds like hooey dooey to me!
But perhaps… there is no harm…
*I wish for Abigail to fall for me as I have for her.*
I feel silly!
But perhaps… there is no harm…
*I wish for Abigail to fall for me as I have for her.*
I feel silly!
The Blue Wizard is a decent chap. We share a love for the whippoorwill! He was awfully enchanted (ha!) by my quill!
The Green Wizard is a spirited fellow! I must admit, I am partial to impressing him as the dear papa of my beloved Abigail. She is bewitching, bewildering… I fear I am not wooing her!
The Green Wizard is a spirited fellow! I must admit, I am partial to impressing him as the dear papa of my beloved Abigail. She is bewitching, bewildering… I fear I am not wooing her!
November 7, 2025 at 4:29 PM
The Blue Wizard is a decent chap. We share a love for the whippoorwill! He was awfully enchanted (ha!) by my quill!
The Green Wizard is a spirited fellow! I must admit, I am partial to impressing him as the dear papa of my beloved Abigail. She is bewitching, bewildering… I fear I am not wooing her!
The Green Wizard is a spirited fellow! I must admit, I am partial to impressing him as the dear papa of my beloved Abigail. She is bewitching, bewildering… I fear I am not wooing her!
Dear Diary, what a jolly good time I have been having with my new tutors! The world of magic is vast (and oftentimes contradictory between my lessons) but I think I am beginning to get the hang of it!
November 7, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Dear Diary, what a jolly good time I have been having with my new tutors! The world of magic is vast (and oftentimes contradictory between my lessons) but I think I am beginning to get the hang of it!
Dear @abigailgrunewald.bsky.social,
I am chuffed by your response! I knew my letter risked going unanswered, as I have no doubt you are teeming with suitors, lovely as you are.
What is your favourite bird? I have never courted a lady via correspondence, so please forgive any impropriety.
–HRHPF
I am chuffed by your response! I knew my letter risked going unanswered, as I have no doubt you are teeming with suitors, lovely as you are.
What is your favourite bird? I have never courted a lady via correspondence, so please forgive any impropriety.
–HRHPF
October 28, 2025 at 5:51 AM
Dear @abigailgrunewald.bsky.social,
I am chuffed by your response! I knew my letter risked going unanswered, as I have no doubt you are teeming with suitors, lovely as you are.
What is your favourite bird? I have never courted a lady via correspondence, so please forgive any impropriety.
–HRHPF
I am chuffed by your response! I knew my letter risked going unanswered, as I have no doubt you are teeming with suitors, lovely as you are.
What is your favourite bird? I have never courted a lady via correspondence, so please forgive any impropriety.
–HRHPF
Oh Diary, Perclancy has submitted his resignation as my tutor. I am dreadfully happy for him but I will miss his mentorship, his crooked spectacles, our fluffy biscuit fights, the giggles. I wish for myself what he has found with his canary-fingered villager… love.
Oh ho! I have received a letter!
Oh ho! I have received a letter!
October 28, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Oh Diary, Perclancy has submitted his resignation as my tutor. I am dreadfully happy for him but I will miss his mentorship, his crooked spectacles, our fluffy biscuit fights, the giggles. I wish for myself what he has found with his canary-fingered villager… love.
Oh ho! I have received a letter!
Oh ho! I have received a letter!
M’lady,
It has taken me some time to summon the courage to write you. Indeed I am of sovereign blood, but I am also just a man. Forgive my boldness, but there is an air of mystery about you that I very much wish to know.
Respectfully,
His Royal Highness Prince Farallel, Heir to the Praglish Throne
It has taken me some time to summon the courage to write you. Indeed I am of sovereign blood, but I am also just a man. Forgive my boldness, but there is an air of mystery about you that I very much wish to know.
Respectfully,
His Royal Highness Prince Farallel, Heir to the Praglish Throne
October 16, 2025 at 7:05 PM
M’lady,
It has taken me some time to summon the courage to write you. Indeed I am of sovereign blood, but I am also just a man. Forgive my boldness, but there is an air of mystery about you that I very much wish to know.
Respectfully,
His Royal Highness Prince Farallel, Heir to the Praglish Throne
It has taken me some time to summon the courage to write you. Indeed I am of sovereign blood, but I am also just a man. Forgive my boldness, but there is an air of mystery about you that I very much wish to know.
Respectfully,
His Royal Highness Prince Farallel, Heir to the Praglish Throne
She must have been understandably too stunned by my rakishness to speak, so her charming father and I shared a brief conversation, and I asked for his permission to correspond with her. Do I write to her, Diary? Duty says no, but the heart, oh the heart…
October 14, 2025 at 5:05 AM
She must have been understandably too stunned by my rakishness to speak, so her charming father and I shared a brief conversation, and I asked for his permission to correspond with her. Do I write to her, Diary? Duty says no, but the heart, oh the heart…
Dear Diary, perhaps you can help me work through this tender predicament I find myself in. I have thought of nothing but my exquisite maiden since laying my eyes upon her yesternight. Oh, I must confess – I approached her after the ceremony. A common lady! Daddy would PERISH at the mere thought!
October 14, 2025 at 5:04 AM
Dear Diary, perhaps you can help me work through this tender predicament I find myself in. I have thought of nothing but my exquisite maiden since laying my eyes upon her yesternight. Oh, I must confess – I approached her after the ceremony. A common lady! Daddy would PERISH at the mere thought!
It was through the flames on the bridge that I saw her, Diary – the fire dancing in her eyes, illuminating their bewitching hue. Her precious mouth agape at the spectacle before her, or perhaps, I must not even wish it… at the sight of me?
October 13, 2025 at 5:11 AM
It was through the flames on the bridge that I saw her, Diary – the fire dancing in her eyes, illuminating their bewitching hue. Her precious mouth agape at the spectacle before her, or perhaps, I must not even wish it… at the sight of me?
Allegedly, Dank Forest ale was “the best they could get,” and their “star archer” was a teen girl who had only taken three lessons from her uncle! She shot the ceremonial flaming arrow into the side of the Wandybruck Bridge! Another round of repairs is needed, but we did it once, we can do it again!
October 13, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Allegedly, Dank Forest ale was “the best they could get,” and their “star archer” was a teen girl who had only taken three lessons from her uncle! She shot the ceremonial flaming arrow into the side of the Wandybruck Bridge! Another round of repairs is needed, but we did it once, we can do it again!
Oh Diary, what a momentous day!!! Though the prickly political aide (Julia?) was *not* up to task in assembling the components for the blessing, we “made clamberries into paste” as the commoners say!!!
October 13, 2025 at 4:52 AM
Oh Diary, what a momentous day!!! Though the prickly political aide (Julia?) was *not* up to task in assembling the components for the blessing, we “made clamberries into paste” as the commoners say!!!
Let us host the village in this dazzling spectacle say, the day after tomorrow? I will begin ornamenting Adelina’s mane in the morn!
October 10, 2025 at 3:33 AM
Let us host the village in this dazzling spectacle say, the day after tomorrow? I will begin ornamenting Adelina’s mane in the morn!
Oh my sweet boys, this feat calls for a fête! @julianfairweather.bsky.social please work with Perclancy to organize a Royal Blessing of the Fleet (of bridges), we will of course need to source two bottles of Tjórmskåleian brandy and your finest local marksman to launch the ceremonial flaming arrow.
October 10, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Oh my sweet boys, this feat calls for a fête! @julianfairweather.bsky.social please work with Perclancy to organize a Royal Blessing of the Fleet (of bridges), we will of course need to source two bottles of Tjórmskåleian brandy and your finest local marksman to launch the ceremonial flaming arrow.
Our very own Perclancy has become romantically entangled with a local clamberry wench. He has not confided this in me personally, but I have observed him return to our quarters with yellow stains on his neck and mouth on several occasions this summer. What a naughty little lark!
September 16, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Our very own Perclancy has become romantically entangled with a local clamberry wench. He has not confided this in me personally, but I have observed him return to our quarters with yellow stains on his neck and mouth on several occasions this summer. What a naughty little lark!
Golly me Diary, an age it has been! I have been busier than EVER with Royal Duties, partnering closely with the young lad on Phase 1 of bridge repairs. And every Brogday, I don my trusty gildebeest moustache and mingle at the market like a proper low-born, in total disguise! A thrill, it is!
September 16, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Golly me Diary, an age it has been! I have been busier than EVER with Royal Duties, partnering closely with the young lad on Phase 1 of bridge repairs. And every Brogday, I don my trusty gildebeest moustache and mingle at the market like a proper low-born, in total disguise! A thrill, it is!
Dear girl! I am afraid all eighty four spaces for our Royal Artists in Residence at court are occupied by multigenerational creatives of noble blood! But ho! Perclancy tells me the kitchen staff are ALWAYS looking for clamberry wenches! Few are willing to blemish their digits such a bilious shade!
July 18, 2025 at 5:02 AM
Dear girl! I am afraid all eighty four spaces for our Royal Artists in Residence at court are occupied by multigenerational creatives of noble blood! But ho! Perclancy tells me the kitchen staff are ALWAYS looking for clamberry wenches! Few are willing to blemish their digits such a bilious shade!
The guards swept my quarters and there was no one to be found. You are safe, and I am so terribly grateful!
July 5, 2025 at 9:45 PM
The guards swept my quarters and there was no one to be found. You are safe, and I am so terribly grateful!
Oh Diary! I had a jolly good scare! There were a number of fraudulent entries written upon your pages – a crock of nonsense it all was – and the ONLY explanation is that a band of THIEVES came to steal you away and expose Royal Secrets! Mummy was right, I risk life and limb beyond the castle walls!
July 5, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Oh Diary! I had a jolly good scare! There were a number of fraudulent entries written upon your pages – a crock of nonsense it all was – and the ONLY explanation is that a band of THIEVES came to steal you away and expose Royal Secrets! Mummy was right, I risk life and limb beyond the castle walls!
What is this?! GUARDS!!! Intruders!!!!!
July 5, 2025 at 9:36 PM
What is this?! GUARDS!!! Intruders!!!!!
A weighty selection this is. It could very well set the tone for my entire reign!!! I will ruminate on it further, and then I will inform the high-strung fellow who has been following me around of my decision.
July 1, 2025 at 3:32 AM
A weighty selection this is. It could very well set the tone for my entire reign!!! I will ruminate on it further, and then I will inform the high-strung fellow who has been following me around of my decision.
A weighty selection this is. It could very well set the tone for my entire reign!!! I will ruminate on it further, and then I will inform the high-strung fellow who has been following me around of my decision.
July 1, 2025 at 3:32 AM
A weighty selection this is. It could very well set the tone for my entire reign!!! I will ruminate on it further, and then I will inform the high-strung fellow who has been following me around of my decision.
It is an absolute pity that the third individual selected to share their pitch did not make an appearance. A scroll with the word “bridge” written on it – an inspired concept! I was positively desperate to hear more!
July 1, 2025 at 3:20 AM
It is an absolute pity that the third individual selected to share their pitch did not make an appearance. A scroll with the word “bridge” written on it – an inspired concept! I was positively desperate to hear more!
The second pitch was given by the unclean little boy I saw the day I arrived in town! What fun! He spoke of ridges, or perhaps badges? And mock fiends and a Master Puffy and Meowmers? These must be his feline companions? But he had an indefinable quality, ‘neath all that mire, an entrepreneur I see.
July 1, 2025 at 3:19 AM
The second pitch was given by the unclean little boy I saw the day I arrived in town! What fun! He spoke of ridges, or perhaps badges? And mock fiends and a Master Puffy and Meowmers? These must be his feline companions? But he had an indefinable quality, ‘neath all that mire, an entrepreneur I see.
The first pitch came from a handsome, paunchy young chap. He carried himself like a man with something to prove. He spoke eloquently, but I found my mind wandering – this tree is enormous! – and I must say I remember very little of what he said. But I would trust him with a bridge.
July 1, 2025 at 3:09 AM
The first pitch came from a handsome, paunchy young chap. He carried himself like a man with something to prove. He spoke eloquently, but I found my mind wandering – this tree is enormous! – and I must say I remember very little of what he said. But I would trust him with a bridge.